Post by Desert on Dec 29, 2008 15:10:48 GMT -5
D'zel & Nazareth ; Had Enough
Y'had to have it all
Well, have you had enough?
You greedy little bastard you
Will get what you deserve.
When all is said and done,
I will be the one
To leave you in your misery
And hate what you've become
Weyr: Talune [transfer]
Name: D'zel
Gender: male
Sexuality: homo
Rank: wingrider in Whisped Promise dutywing
wingrider in Celestial Promise Threadwing
Age: 18
Appearance:
D'zel is a bit on the short side, with the typical lanky teenager build. He might never grow into his hands, which are broad and long. He likes his big hands.
His hair is an average black, glossy, cropped slightly longer than the usual style and falling randomly all over his head. He doesn't put all that much effort into his hair, but he's usually happy with its disarray.
D'zel's eyes are a deep brown, flecked with golden amber and veined with a darker amber color than looks almost orange. From a distance only the brown is visible, though it looks lighter thanks to the gold and amber in his eyes. Up close the variations are visible, and his twinkling eyes look quite pretty, especially as they're always alight with humor.
He favors darker, cooler colors like blacks, grays and blues; the dark colors create a contrast to his light skin. From spending a lot of his life indoors, D'zel's complexion is slightly pale.
Personality:
As a holdbrat, Dalzel was a very cheerful and happy-go-lucky lad. Difficult to irritate and quite ADD at times, there didn't seem to be much of a filter between his mind and his mouth. He acted like a typical youngest son, tormenting his siblings and generally getting into mischief. He mellowed out somewhat after being Searched, especially once he got to Black Sands. He was still irrepressible and often childish, but he learned fairly quickly to think before he spoke.
Once he Impressed, D'zel's personality seemed completely different, to someone who'd just met him. He was calmer and more mature. D'zel developed a rather acid tongue and cynical sarcasm, and he became much more guarded. The two Turns he'd been in Black Sands, much like Nazareth had, D'zel became surprisingly taciturn and restrained.
But once they transferred to Talune, D'zel's playful nature reemerged from the wary shell he had formed. The sarcasm and sharp edge to his wit has not faded, though it is tempered with more of his old cheerfulness. In all, he has grown up significantly since his days in the Hold; Black Sands taught him some harsh lessons, though ones that will serve him well throughout his life.
He cannot do as Nazareth does and consider everyone he comes across as friend. He is initially wary, though receptive: if the person is friendly, he relaxes and allows himself to behave more naturally. He has developed a knack for reading people, and is quite skillful even without the added sensitivity of Nazareth's still-powerful telepathy.
The bond between D'zel and Nazareth is very tight, and even after two Turns he remained flabbergasted that a creature like his beloved Naz had chosen him of all the candidates with whom to bond. He can't bring himself to regret his entire stay in Black Sands, for if he had never gone there, he wouldn't have Nazareth in his life.
History:
D'zel's early life, the fourth-born in a five-strong litter of children, was chaotic but happy. He had fun tormenting his older siblings, though he learned quickly not to bother his sister Diardi if he valued his skin unmarked by bruises. He and his sister Miira were twins, though he came a few hours earlier. Bula's fourth and last pregnancy was a bit troublesome, given her age and the number of children she had given birth to in her lifetime.
Dalzel took to life in the overcrowded inner Hold well, since his was a personality to get along with people much better than his misanthropic older siblings, Diardi and the eldest of the brood, his brother Kamlen. He and his twin Miira had many advantures in the warren of passages in the Hold, much to their mother's dismay at times when they'd get lost.
A mischievous holdbrat to the bone, Dalzel was an unholy nuisance to his whole family. he was actually quite sad when, five Turns ago, his big sister was Searched. When word reached them that she'd Impressed a magma, he wasn't quite old enough to realize why his parents greeted the news with mixed feelings.
Two Turns after that, Dalzel too was Searched, and brought to Crystal Caverns. He was unsuccessful, to his deep disappointment, so he was transferred to Black Sands; one of the few outsiders to be accepted into the reclusive Weyr, probably only because he was a boy still.
He stood on the hot black sand only twice. Both of the Hatchings he attended were nothing special, at least by Black Sands Weyr's standards. Each time Dalzel was fascinated by the three very special mutants belonging to the Weyr, the amazingly gifted dragons. He at once yearned to bond with one, but at the same time he was slightly afraid of every one of them. The runty, blind miseries especially, seeing how these powerful telepaths sent other dragons down with screeches of agony.
He saw an illusion making for him on his second Hatching. He smiled at the creature; of the three, illusions were his favorites, for their playful behavior. But the illusion squealed in pain and backed off as a tiny white body twined itself around his ankles, turning a bewhiskered face upward as if to look into D'zel's eyes. D'zelMine,
D'zel was no longer frightened of miseries, or of any dragon; he had at first been wary, hoping his beloved wouldn't be swayed by a cunning wildfire trying to use Naza's powerful gift against others, but it turned out that his spunky dragon had a stubborn streak. They are currently almost ready to graduate from Weyrling training and become full-fledged wingriders.
They left Black Sands, unable to tolerate life in the midst of such sadistic and malicious beings, for the more peaceful Talune Weyr. It was their only choice, given the other evil-natured dragons on Pern like the blacks, magmas, ambers and even Solainoti's bitter brimstones. Both hope for peace of mind in their new Weyr, though neither expect to be welcomed very warmly by their new wingmates. Still, it would be better than remaining in Black Sands, and it would be a relief to Nazareth to lose her frighteningly powerful telepathy that could cripple a full-grown amber with burning agony.
Father: Lamerno
Mother: Bula
Siblings: brother Kamlen, sisters Diardi of magma Medeath, Miira, Tani
Pets: none
Dragon Name: Nazareth
Dragon Color: misery (female)
Age: 2
Personality:
Since arriving in Talune, Nazareth had blossomed. In Black Sands she was a shy, withdrawn, rather touchy creature. As strong a telepath as she was, Naz was especially sensitive to the thoughts and emotions of her wingmates; and since the general outlook before she left was one of hostility, it wore terribly on her and made the little misery clam up against the rest of the Weyr. As one of the few who opposed what the majority were doing, she was constantly on the defensive. Frequently, a conniving wildfire or the intimidating amber Weyrking Xanturnoth would make an attempt to convert her to their way of thinking, but she thwarted their efforts. Nazareth is a strong-willed little dragon, with a stubborn streak a mile wide, and for all her puppy-like disposition she is surprisingly shrewd. Living in a nest of vipers like Black Sands, despite her innocent demeanor she isn't, as the saying goes, as green as she's grass-colored.
Like most miseries, violence goes against every one of her instincts. She was miserable in Black Sands, where bloodshed was never far from anyone's thoughts. Even when she had ample motive and capability, Nazareth rarely used the facet of her frightening abilities to strike another down with pain -- only in defense of herself or D'zel, and only when no other option was available. In the two Turns she was there, Nazareth had developed her talents to be able to take even a full-grown amber down with crippling agony. She did not relish the knowledge of the suffering she could cause, and after transferring to Talune and losing the telepathic might that gave her that capacity, Nazareth was much happier with herself.
The change in her once they transferred to Talune was striking. some of her youthful, innocent exuberance reemerged -- coupled with her bubbly attitude and a surprisingly optimistic outlook considering the cynic she had been in Black Sands, she seems to be making up for her lost childhood and has exhibited a happy-go-lucky disposition. And although not many of Talune's natives were open-minded enough to treat her arrival without suspicion, Naz goes into every new situation with a grin and the attitude that everyone is her chum, which has been what warmed some of her new wingmates to her. Who in their right mind could not find her puppy-like manner endearing? It is a dramatic change from the wary caution she displayed so constantly in Black Sands. Even after the initial rush of relief over their escape from certain death at the hands of Xanturnoth and D'myn wore off, Nazareth retained her easygoing disposition, being a friend to anyone who doesn't push her away.
But she will never lose the instincts she cultivated in Black Sands. Discrete by nature, if someone doesn't want her around, Naz is quick to leave. She is compassionate, even motherly at times, but she would never invade another's privacy. She never particularly enjoyed when, in Black Sands, she had been forced by necessity to trespass into another's mind so that she could see. Though that frighteningly powerful telepathy has faded, her mind is still abnormally strong -- but nowhere near what it had been.
Another side-effect of her heritage is that, like all dragons bred of Black Sands Weyr, she is much surer between than others -- much like the whites of old. She can time it with the best of them, and is more precise even teleporting normally. It makes up for her lack of agility on the wing, and thanks to this deftness she is just as useful in her Threadwing as any green.
Appearance:
Long and serpentine, Nazareth displays a confirmation that is unmistakable; eleven meters tip to tail, she is shorter than even the tiniest of Talune's greens, and much lower at the withers. A thin, slender neck, a lean and lanky trunk, and a whiplike tail coupled with her slim, short legs gives her a particularly dainty appearance.
Consistent with her streamlined body, Nazareth has very long, thin wings. Almost twice the span of another, same-sized dragon and much more narrow, they are built more like the wings of the seabirds that frequent her island birth Weyr. In the acts of taking off and landing, unless she has a high ledge off which to drop, her gangly wings make her bumble clumsily. However, once she is airborne, her natural grace takes over and she can glide fluidly through the air -- even walking she seems to flow, with a sinuous, serpentine grace that exudes the same surety as a creature with perfect vision of its own. And, thanks to her lanky wings, she can last much longer on the wing than any dragon approaching her size.
Her head -- delicate, aerodynamic and sculpted -- however well-proportioned and handsomely it is shaped, is still one of Nazareth's most outstanding and unique features. One would expect to find a pair of wide, rainbow-faceted eyes nestled into her graceful head, peering down an elegant and unblemished muzzle. But this is where her origin at Black Sands is most obvious: the misery's trademark, a skull completely smooth beneath her dainty, rather undersized eye-ridges, with not even a socket to indicate that she was ever even meant to see.
Adding bizarre onto bizarre, her slim muzzle is decorated by a myriad of thin, hair-like feelers that jut from either side of her upper jaw, with even a few dotted across her mandible. These whiskers are much more numerous on her face than the whiskers on Terran-bred animals such as felines, though the function is essentially the same -- ultra-sensitive nerve endings to help her navigate by touch through her world. Also like a feline, these whiskers are expressive of her emotions: bristled out around her face or slicked back as her mood dictates. It makes her hard to read by those accustomed to other dragons, since whisker body-language is more subtle than the colors in a normal dragon's eyes.
Though her facial characteristics are the most obvious, there are other aspects of Nazareth's physiology that denote her lineage. Her hide is a singularly eye-catching color, in all its simplicity: white. A pure, unblemished white, that makes the clouds among which she flies look dusty and dull in comparison. Her hide has lost most of its blinding silver sheen that, before she transferred, made light glance off her skin and gild her body in a halo of brilliance. Not all of that metallic sheen has been lost, however; over her hide is a subtle gleam of silver, just enough to send ripples of iridescence sliding over her body when struck by light at a certain angle. the snowy white of her hide is is unmarked by any variation of shade or hue, except for one spot: on her right haunch, the birthmark that all bred of Black Sands possess; a six-pointed star. It is a dull coal black with a flat, matte finish that stains the glossy white like a bruise.
Other:
D'zel: darkblue
Nazareth: oldlace
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